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Ash nodded and softly rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand, "Would it help if we were married?"
"What?!" Mary-Lynnette yelped. "Ash, pull over. I can't have this conversation without really looking at you." Ash obediently pulled the car over and then turned to look at Mary-Lynnette. "Ash, do you seriously want to move in with me?" Ash stared at her for a moment then nodded, his face completely serious. She couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face, "Okay then, lets move in together."
Ash grinned back at her and leaned in to kiss her. Mary-Lynnette sighed and leaned closer to Ash, parting her lips and letting Ash's tongue caress against hers. She reached her hands up and laid them on his chest, sliding them up and into his hair. Ash moved his lips along her jaw to the pulse point at the top of her neck, lightly sucking. Mary-Lynnette moaned and squirmed in her seat, an ache building between her thighs. Ash nibbled at her earlobe and she thought about pushing him into the backseat and taking him right then and there. "Would you do me the great honor of marrying me, Mary-Lynnette Carter?" Ash whispered so softly Mary-Lynnette thought she might have imagined it.
She froze for a second and pulled back, looking at Ash. His face was serious and his eyes were the most beautiful deep violet. Then he held up his hand, holding a ring between his fingers. Mary-Lynnette gasped and put a hand over her heart. Tears stung her eyes and she blinked, making them spill over onto her cheeks. Mary-Lynnette nodded and choked out, "Yes, Ash. Yes, I'll marry you!"
Ash beamed and took her left hand and slid the ring onto her finger. Mary-Lynette looked down at her hand. The ring was beautiful. It was a simple platinum band with what looked like a one-karat princess cut diamond in the center and three progressively smaller diamonds flanking the sides of it. The diamonds sparkled in the sunlight.
Mary-Lynnette looked back up at Ash and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him hard. She opened her mind to his and bounced around inside his mind. "Ash, you just asked me to marry you! We're getting married!" she squealed with her mind and heard Ash's mental laugh.
"Yes, we are." His arms circled her, holding her closer to him. "I love you, Mary-Lynnette. My Mary-Lynnette," he sighed with his mind.
Mary-Lynnette felt a thrill of happiness shoot through her when he called her his Mary-Lynnette. She knew she shouldn't want to be called his, but she loved it. Shifting up, she crawled from her seat into his, straddling him. "I love you too, baby. I want to be yours forever, Ash."
She reached down and lowered the seat back so that she was lying on top of him. Ash slipped his hands beneath her shirt, trailing his hands along her waist and back. He shifted his hands around to unhook her front clasp bra and pushed it out of the way as he rubbed his palms across her nipples feeling them harden instantly. Mary-Lynnette moaned and widened her knees, rubbing herself against Ash's hard erection. Ash wrapped one arm around her hips, pressing her against him while he thrust his hips, still massaging her breast with the other hand. The ache between her legs was throbbing now and she knew her panties were soaked. "Ash, keep rubbing against me like that. It feels so fucking good," she whispered against his lips.
Ash groaned and thrust hard against her core, feeling the heat from her. He was dying to be inside her, but didn't want their first time, and her very first time, to be in a car. So he did the next best thing, he grabbed her hips and rubbed his aching cock against her. He kissed along her neck, loving the soft little whimpers and moans she made as he spiraled her higher toward her release.
Mary-Lynnette ground her core harder against Ash, feeling the hot tension coiling tighter within her. "Ash, I'm so close." He rubbed harder and watched Mary-Lynnette bite her lower lip and then cry out as her release shattered through her body. Ash thrust once more against her and found his own release, moaning her name.
She collapsed against him, breathing heavily. She pressed her face against his neck and inhaled his scent. "I love you, Ash," she whispered.
He held her closer and kissed her temple, "I love you, sweetheart." Mary-Lynnette lifted her head and kissed him once more before climbing back into her seat.
She glanced down at Ash's shorts and laughed, "I think someone is going to need to change clothes when we get back." Ash grumbled under his breath, but she noticed he didn't complain too much.
Once they were back at Thierry's, Mary-Lynnette laughingly allowed herself to be used as a cover for Ash while they walked up to his room. Mary-Lynnette sat on his bed, enjoying watching Ash change his shorts. When he was finished, he walked over the bed and sat next to her. He looked at Mary-Lynnette who gazed steadily back at him. "Are you sure about this, Mary-Lynnette?" he softly asked.
"I'm sure," she answered without hesitation.
"And you want to start right now?"
"I want to start right now," she took Ash's hand in hers. "I'm ready, Ash. I am." He nodded and looked at her. Examined her actually; his assessment of her was clinical.
"Okay, I think I took enough blood this morning. You taking mine now should be enough to start the change." Ash pulled off his shirt and took Mary-Lynnette's yew stake, pressing it to his neck and making a small cut. He winced and Mary-Lynnette whimpered, hating to see him in any kind of pain. After giving her a small smile, he tossed the stake over onto a chair, and then gathered Mary-Lynnette into his arms, gently guiding her head to the cut. She pressed her lips to the wound and gently began to suck. Mary-Lynnette reveled in the delicious, spicy, heady taste of Ash's blood and sighed happily when his arms held her closer. Ash shivered with pleasure and found his mind linked with hers. Neither felt the need to talk, both content to simply be together with their minds joined.
A tranquil sleepiness descended on Mary-Lynnette and she lifted her lips, licking away and traces of blood. She looked at the cut, amazed to see it was already healing. Mary-Lynnette blinked, trying to keep her eyes open but she was so tired.
Ash shifted the two of them back against the pillows and Mary-Lynnette curled against him. "Sorry, Ash. I'm just so sleepy," she murmured, struggling to keep her eyes open.
"Shh, sweetheart. Go to sleep, it's okay. I'll be right here," he replied and stroked her hair soothingly.
Mary-Lynnette relaxed against him, "Love you," she sighed.
Ash kissed her forehead, "I love you, too."